Starringo – HIM (Lyrics & Video)

HIM – Starringo Lyrics

Hit the booth, shoes off, this ain't rapping, this a drill

When they post they fake they story, like IG we pushing real

Ain't no Judas in my circle, I go Peter, cut off ears

(They be listening too close)

Tell 'em get out, Jordan Peele

Boy I'm ballin' (Ballin', ballin')

Boy I'm ballin' like Shaquille

Influential, check credentials, they can tell that I'm not them

I'm feeling like I'm him

I'm feeling like I'm him

I'm feeling like I'm him

(Ayy, yeah, huh)

One of the greatest, no need for debating

I'm making it plain to see

Lil' buddy told me that they claiming that he with the goat

They said the same to me

You know they talking about it they neck, I just pull up and check, I came to see

Step on a demon and leave in peace

Worse than the tongue, no taming me

(Ayy)

Glitching on beats like I got a disorder

This might be illegal, I'm crossing the border

My ancestors jumped off the ship in the water

Then Neicey had me, said I gotta go farther

I feel like the man in the mirror, immortal

I died to myself and I came back in order

I'm made in His image, I feel like my—

I'm made in His image, I feel like my Father

Hit the booth, shoes off, this ain't rapping, this a drill

When they post they fake they story, like IG we pushing real

Ain't no Judas in my circle, I go Peter, cut off ears

(They be listening too close)

Tell 'em get out, Jordan Peele

Boy I'm ballin' (Ballin', ballin')

Boy I'm ballin' like Shaquille

Influential, check credentials, they can tell that I'm not them

I'm feeling like I'm him

I'm feeling like I'm him

I'm feeling like I'm him

(Ayy)

I was just birthed with a passion, not into fashion, but I'm the flyest in town

Changing the image, I come from a family of steppers, they think I put one in the ground

Really a baller, they say I'm the greatest at rapping, but I was just playing with sound

But really the greatest, the One with power to save His own life while He laying it down

If I be honest they cannot be topped

They ain't gotta be hip, I'm making them hop

Jumped through the party, I'm doing my dancy dance

Like Nelly it's getting too hot

Left hand whip, right hand on the Glock

Don't know how to clothe switch, I'm off the block

Y'all fake too good, I peep out the plot

Stop

(Okay he's packing, he definitely has it on him, but he's godly)